Afternoon Poems With an Inchworm

I sat in my yard yesterday, enjoying the sun with the help of poet Donald Platt's book of poetry, entitled Dirt Angels. I picked up a copy at the Poetry Society reading Friday night. Suddenly, I looked down and noticed that a little inchworm fellow also enjoyed Platt's words. He didn't mind being photographed.

....You just never know what you might have in common with the tiniest of earth's creatures.